Saturday, November 18, 2006

It's My Flag and I'll Fry It If I Want To

I can't stand it when people mess with what other people consider art. It's a slippery slippery slope to the Taliban, man. Years ago Rudy Giuliani stuck his bald dome piece into the Brooklyn Museum of Art's grill when he objected to a painting of the Virgin Mary that had some horse poop on it. He took away their funding if they didn't take down the painting. Ok, Adolf. What, in addition to replacing porno with Disney in Times Square and being a 9/11 hero, you're also an art critic? Please. Hey, I would have liked to have seen someone painting with horse poop, so why punish me because you were raised Catholic? I don't share your guilt. Lemme see the poop.

Here's a story about some artist who deep fried some flags to make a statement about who the fuck knows. Let him do it. It doesn't mean he's anti-American, it doesn't mean he doesn't support the troops. It could mean he's anti-cotton. Who is it hurting? The flag? Jesus? Your momma? Who cares?As long as he pays his taxes, I don't care. People need to settle down and worry about more important problems. Like the fact that I can't find Charleston Chews anywhere.

All this deep frying of flags has made me hungry.

4 comments:

Fargrave said...

They should just deep-fry the Charleston Chews , now that would be sweet!

Valerie said...

we have them all over here. I'll mail you some.

Teri said...

doesn't Ralph Loren's daughter have that COOL candy store in NYC somewhere? you know, the place where you can find any candy, ever made on the planet?

Dale said...

I've had mints from that store that someone brought me back. They tasted like mints.